It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

It could be worse," he said finally. "Efrenia married an arsonist. Jake's wife is a kleptomaniac. I suppose, a psychopathic spree killer isn't that odd of a choice, considering.

I tried to picture a female version of Jim and got Jim in a dress instead. The image was disturbing.

I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.

Every time I think you’ve reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe—ever expanding.

He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf.